Saturday, October 24, 2009
watching from the sidelines
(painted windows at au marché)
(drawings on priority mail stickers, found next door to the mad greek)
(fancy stuff at sarah's fabrics)
(the last leaves falling)
(and a little girl writing)
i've been impressively unproductive and at a loss for compound thoughts for nearly a week. after a few days of moping and even getting a bit frantic over it all, i put the histrionics aside and decided to give in wholly to being an observant lazy ass until the moment passes. for now i will just watch the world around me, with a beer in one hand and a burrito in the other. the doer and the dreamer will return when they are ready.
susie sent me this spectacular poem.
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.